#dusk monroe

[trace-detective]

Who's your boss?

Ooh- I don’t know if they want me talking about them in a public forum.

Well I guess it also depends who you ask?

Right now I work under Detective Cadwallader, but there’s also Detective Monroe- he’s kind of also my boss.

It’s not really important though and don’t go around prying out info about them.

[trace-detective]

Get it together, Trace.

I beg your pardon? I didn’t mean like that I-

I don’t know who you are or why you think that’s funny to say when I haven’t even done anythi-

I should just delete your ask.

I don’t even know why you deserve the time of day-

~~Irl writing below~~

Reo practically glared at his rotom phone. Unsure why his hands kept moving. Typing cruel remarks, responding to them. Once he was practically fed up typing, he threw his phone to the side where it hovered next to him.

His hands dragged across his face in the building frustration. A pang in his mind setting off every alarm in his body. Those hands moved up, running through his hair and tugging at the fibers.

He inhaled sharply.

Breathing out quickly.

“Why would they know that?!” He winced out loud.

His ramblings were swiftly cut off by a knock just outside his office door.

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“Trace? Are you alright in there?”